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Lifes of a Trees
  Life of a tree
                               Start with the light hitting our new and fragile skin
  How much I develop the scent and enjoy every bit of it
  Grow older and see the most amazing things as my final growth hits
  Many memories of the open green fields played by the little bitty people with joy
  Feeling the palm of their hands crawl on my rough skin to reach my flowing, nature hair
  I would let them sit on my shoulders enjoy the view of the beautiful sun
  They let go and then go to rest for a next day
  I stand tall under a million stars as I shine and shimmer with the droplets of their beautiful light
  The night lets out a breeze that blows off my hair
  One by one turning brown, yellow, or red as they fall
  I see many of my comrades have the same process wondering when it will grow all back
  We stand tall, with the dye of a different color 
  The little people come and play upon our fallen hair
  Brushing it back into piles and then jump in like a bomb causing it to go flying
  The wind hits again, causing as to let all of our hair fall
  We are left bald less
  With the temperatures of ice
  Inches of the white blanket covering our shoulders, our arms, our feet
  Causing moments of shiver on my spine
  Yet I am very warm in the inside by the little fur balls moving a lot
  I peer and see the little people enjoy the blankets of the whiteness
  Throwing to each other, riding with it, laying on it making it, enjoying it
  I let a tear out but doesn’t not fall
  freezes with the other drops of tears, solid and pointy on my skin
  The breeze hits
  My vision blurs with the whiteness disappearing in a vortex
  From my back I could feel warmth
  The sun has risen from its slumber
  Let’s out his friends of puff and fluff
  clean us with its temperate showers
  my leafs grow back, then many fall
  My branches fall as well as the jet of its shower hits
  my leafs float on the fall of water
  My skin falls, I take one last look at the world and closed my eyes
  My center heart floats on the stream
  Sinks me on the new grounds of the green field
  The sun comes out and shines my new home
  Once again I rise and once again I live another day.

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